I can only chop vegetables to two sizes- the small size the chopper blade in the food processor does, and a much larger chop that I can do with a knife. I ignore all instructions about details of how things should be chopped, because I can’t do it any other way, nor can I dice things. I only slice things to one thickness, which is pretty thick (and generally uneven). I use the food processor for slicing whenever possible.
I always use a garlic press to mince garlic. I will substitute minced garlic for sliced garlic, since I can’t slice up a garlic clove.
I don’t do garnishes, or much of anything having to do with food presentation when I’m cooking for just myself and Mr. Neville. We’re OK with eating something that tastes good but looks like vomit.
I usually leave out parsley. I just don’t like it enough to justify buying fresh parsley and chopping it up. I like and use other fresh herbs sometimes, but not parsley. I suspect that a lot of recipes use fresh parsley just for looks, and I don’t care what my food looks like.
I don’t grind my own spices, except for pepper. Anything that requires grinding spices is something for Mr. Neville to cook, not me. I buy pre-ground coffee, too- in my pre-coffee morning state, the Mr. Coffee is enough of an intellectual challenge without the additional steps of grinding the coffee.
I only buy fat-free milk- no whole milk, half-and-half, or cream. Any recipe I make with milk is going to be made with fat-free milk (I generally avoid recipes that call for cream). I sometimes experiment with soy milk if I’m trying to make a recipe that calls for milk parve (not containing meat or dairy) so I can have it with meat.
I leave out celery from all recipes. Mr. Neville can’t stand celery, and I have no strong opinions on it (plus it would be one more ingredient to have to slice up), so I leave it out. I make stuffing with leeks and mushrooms instead of celery, which Mr. Neville and I really like.
I’m always trying to come up with recipes that use only non-perishable ingredients, because there are a lot of weekdays when I’m tired when I get home, and the last thing I want to do is go to the grocery store. I’m not a fan of planning out menus ahead of time, either.
Here, too, especially if a recipe calls for melted butter or butter as a cooking fat. If you can save a step without much difference to the end product, why not do it?
I almost never put anything directly on the oven rack- cookie sheets are so much easier to clean than oven racks and the inside of the oven if anything goes wrong, especially if you put foil on the cookie sheet. The cookie sheet just goes in the dishwasher when you’re done with it, and that’s that- no scrubbing, no oven cleaners, nothing like that. I’ll generally take whatever shortcuts I can get away with to make cleanup easier or makes cleanup require less thinking, because I hate cleaning and washing dishes, and I can never remember all the household hints about which things to soak in what. I use nonstick pots and pans wherever possible, because they don’t require soaking and scrubbing to clean them. I will choose a utensil, pot, or pan that can go in the dishwasher over one that can’t unless it makes a huge difference in the finished product. I don’t use wooden spoons- only vinyl ones, because wooden spoons can’t go in the dishwasher. All of our cutting boards that we use are plastic, for the same reason. I will also take shortcuts to minimize the number of dishes and utensils that I use. I make fun of people on Food Network who measure everything out beforehand into those asinine little bowls- they must have a walk-in dishwasher.
I don’t bake, because baking is generally less forgiving than most other cooking of these kinds of shortcuts. I also don’t bake because Mr. Neville and I need tasty baked goods sitting around so we can eat them like we need additional holes in our heads…
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I don’t add milk to my boxed macaroni and cheese anymore. I found out that it’s not needed, and cuts down on the perishables one needs to keep around in order to have dinner made.
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One of my friends in grad school lived on Pasta Roni made with powdered milk. We had a betting pool going on the question of when he would get scurvy. He never did, though, and eventually he did learn to cook.